Grim Collections

So it is punching in or clocking out
We trade in time

Like a black check, pay the rent or debt
How our lives get spent

Arrested effort, stuck in this sentence

Fleeting comforts leave
Seasons scarred, or lost like arguments

Miscalculations leave the means
Unjustified

The haunted questions come
With shaking heads
They hunt the youngest
And tie their tongues up

You cut open speech
When you chew your teeth

It's all a mess:
A trash or spit abyss